Some days are just not creative, other days are fill with struggles. Today I didn't feel creative, between being without a car still and trying to get to work each day has left me feeling a bit depressed and frustrated. I didn't even want to write today, but then I would be a day behind. Honestly, I still am a bit behind, but the drawing challenges I can catch up in no time. It's the writing that I struggle with time and again. If I don't try to write, then I let it slip. Not really a fan of that. It just happens that the poetic form suggestion for today was a Blitz poem, which is quite the sexy poetic form, if I ever saw one. 48 lines of controlled chaos that somehow makes sense.
This month has been filled with prompts for fears and failure and separation, and maybe it's been taking its toll on me, so I decided to write a happy ending for me blitz poem, because F*CK Yeah! :-) It is my blog after all. I am almost not inspired to write a micro fiction for Writober today, but I will likely double up in the coming days. Going to stick with what feels comfortable today, Dear Readers.
I write better when not rushed. I also write better when I let myself go. The Blitz Poem is proof of that. Pretty sure that is what I needed. Well, probably a lot more than just writing, but it is a start and I definitely feel better. I also really enjoy the organic nature of the Blitz; with it starting out doing one thing and becoming something else by the end. I hope you re enjoying my poetic endevours this month, Dear Readers. I was not sure I would make it, or that I would barely make it, but today proved my wrong. I love when I can prove me wrong.
Leave me a comment below; and have a brilliant day!
I leave this as a self-explanatory expression of today's post at OctPoWriMo. Blitz poems are best written quick and dirty. Start with a topic or word and just write. It is easiest for me to just write when I am considering a Blitz Poem. Today I am writing, editing, and cleaning. Not the best use of a lazy Sunday, but it does bring quite of bit of inspiration to the table. Simply put, enjoy, Dear Readers! Also, leave me comment, please.
I went specific today. But in keeping with my universe theme that I started with, I thought about mini universes and my Mum's rose garden came to mind. My Dad planted 8 roses bushes in front/side of our old farmhouse (where he grew up), next to a row of Lily of the Valley, and out of the (true) front window there where Tiger Lilies. A pleasant memory, so I ran with it. I wish I had picture of the garden to show you, Dear Readers, it was a favourite childhood spot to sit and think (as much at seven year old think of deep philosophy and existential meanderings). Here's my favourite concept that I came up with and it is the one I started my blitz with. As blitzes go, what you start with isn't what you end up with.
What microcosms? What is sharp? How are microcosms sharp?
As always, Dear Readers, leave me some love. What is sharp for you? How do you deal with that sharpness? Sharp are the thorns on a rose back in my mother's garden. Colours of the rainbow, reds, pinks, a yellow, a white, and even a light garden. Its like a mini universe of flora. A Flora microcosm. photos from MorgueFile Sharp Microcosms
Roses have thorns
Roses are pretty
Pretty are the flowers
Pretty, you are
Are you looking
Are there more
More to gather
More to see
See what I am
See the sunset
Sunset going down
Sunset is over
Over the hill
Over the time
Time is gone
Time for the end End of an era
End of the day
Day is night
Day of the week
Week ends after tomorrow
Week is seven days long
Long time gone
Long am I waiting
Waiting for something
Waiting for anything
Anything I want
Anything is possible
Possible solutions
Possible dreams
Dreams of the future
Dreams I make
Make my own
Make the choice
Choice of left Choice of Right
Right way or not
Right is not left
Left to my devices
Left alone
Alone is not bad
Alone I am not
Not what I planned
Not the end
End is only in sight
End is a beginning
Beginning
Sight...
Poetry Prompt: What risk are you willing to take with your writing?
How do I view the risk to becoming a writer? I feel that the Blitz is really a very good form to express this idea. Blitzes go fast, pack a puunch , and get you thinking about the possibilities.
Word Prompts: Exposed, Honesty, Chance
Possible Poetry Type to explore: Blitz poem from Shadow Poetry.
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Worth the Risk
Words typed
Words written
Written down
Written true
True as can be
True as my heart
Heart's desire
Heart's full
Full of ideas
Full of drive
Drive to write
Drive to publish
Publish is my goal
Publish it can also be a fear
Fear of failure
Fear of success
Success means trying
Success mean challenge
Challenge me to write
Challenge the way
Way is the path traveled
Way to go
Go out and be
Go forth and create
Create new world
Create art
Art is the pulse
Art is the future
Future is planned
Future is spontaneous
Spontaneous is risky
Spontaneous makes us alive
Alive is what is want
Alive is the reason
Reason is because
Reason is mine
Mine is the choice
Mine is what I make
Make the choice
Make the risk
Risk it all
Risk is worth it
It is better to try
It is wrong to not
Not going to give in
Not going to say
Say it is true
Say what I want to be
Be...
True...
Now, today I want to go back to the poem I wrote last year for OctPoWriMo 10/13. It's a tri-fall about the colours of a sunset. And since its October and sunset tend to be more vibrant and way earlier in the day. I've learned a few more poetic forms and challenged myself to try different things. Hope you OctPoWriMo is going well. What form of poetry do you like the best, Dear Readers? Like the least? Free verse versus form?
Also, from last year's NaPoWriMo, I present a kenning poem. Where a word becomes a compound word to explain what it is, from the old Norse. It is from a time when people didn't have words for some things so they had to describe it to explain it to other people. Here I use Singing-Breath to represent the Wind and Heaven's Ball is the sun.
So I fell asleep before writing my daily 100 words yesterday. i felt kinda bad about it, so I wrote a Blitz Poem. Don't know what a Blitz Poem is, well, it's a 50 line poem of short 2 word plus phrases made to be read in quick succession. They are awfully fun to write when you can just sit down and bash it out in 15 minutes, not thinking, just writing. If you have an idea at the beginning; I doubt the end will have the same meaning, but that is half the fun of Blitzes.
This poem comes in at 205 (with the title). I feel better. I also realized how much I miss writing poems. There is a good chance that I will use my daily writing to write some new poetry, unless I have a WIP story going.
Hope you enjoy my Snowy Blitz, Dear Readers. Stay warm! Drink coffee/cocoa/tea!! See you around...
Writing Prompt: What is something that scares you? It doesn't have to be a major or life changing event. It could be that moment when you're turning a corner in a dark hallway. A sound that reminds you of walking home in the dark when you were young and easily startled. Get creative!
What scares me? Well, there are the things that give me the jibblies, such as tarantulas, or darken forests, or a really good scary story/movie. They don't always SCARE me, sometimes they do, if in the right circumstance. But there is also Fear... Fear is the thing under your bed as a child, the monster in your closet, the dark. I am NOT afraid of the dark, but I am easily suggestible, which is why the movie Occulus scared the liver outta me. Usually that which I fear is the unseen, the unknown, the mysterious. Yes, mirrors do scare me a little. :-) So, what scares me? Being alone has always been a big one. Not being home alone or not having a spouse or friends, but being utterly alone. Like being the last person left. It's not a practical fear, but it's a real one. that's why when the Zombie Apocalypse happens, I know what team I am on. ~giggle~ I do watch the Walking Dead (haven't watched Season 4 yet). Daryl rules!! I fear failure and not being good enough. Not the must scary thing ever, but it's a real fear. I will use this negative energy when I do OctPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo, NaNoWriMo, and when I go and submit my work for publication. I feel many of us have felt this to some degree, and because of this fear, I try just a bit harder, using the fear to propel the creative muse. Today prompt revolves around that which scares us. I have taken the feeling I sometimes get with the world feels empty, when there a few people around, and anything could happen. I used to work at a coffee shop and when I worked the late shift it would often be past midnight when I would be heading home. During that time my car was out of commission and have to walk home late for about a week until it was fixed. Late night, through a Dallas neighbourhood (not a bad neighbourhood), but in a city as big as Dallas walking that far is scary. Especially since after that week there was a slabbing behind the local Kroger. The Blitz Poem felt like the right poem style for this challenge. Hope to enjoy it, Dear Readers.
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Word Prompts: Frightening, Darkness, Spooky, Mysterious, Thud, Striking, Midnight, Pounding
In that moment
In your own skin
Skin covered in bumps
Skin becomes cold
Cold is the night
Cold is what you feel
Feel the night’s solitude
Feel the crunching leaves
Leaves are falling
Leaves blowing past your feet
Feet are walking
Feet are frightened
Frightened of the dark
Frightened of the time ringing midnight
Midnight chimes upon the bank’s clock
Midnight is now the time
Time is over
Time to return home
Home is across town
Home is a long walk
Walk away
Walk faster
Faster than the short cut?
Faster than the lighted path?
Path through the darkness
Path through the graveyard
Graveyard is spooky
Graveyard is quiet
Quiet are the empty streets
Quiet as you walk
Walk across the street
Walk to the light
Light is very dim
Light is almost gone
Gone are the trick-or-treaters
Gone are most people
People that filled the night
People out to party
Party all night
Party until the end
End of the fun
End of the day
Day is opposite to night
Day is not scary
Scary is the night
Scary is the lonely streets
Streets that are empty
Streets that are mysterious
Mysterious
Empty.
Also, today, Dear Readers you luck out. I am featuring my top 5 favourite things to watch during the Halloween season. Note: this was meant to be a separate blog, but time and multiple blog posts required me to condense my posts.
Halloween sparks many things in me, from pumpkins to candy to scary movies. And as I pointed out above I don't like super scary movies; these are usually the ultra scary or gory horror movies. I prefer the classic. The scary/horror movies that will scary you for the duration of the movie, but when reality sets in cease to become scary after the movie is over.
Yet, I do watch these things. So these are my top 5 must watch during the month of October. Some are obvious, others are not.
1. Halloween 1 and 2: these are classic horror, not super gory, but entirely effective movies. Simple scares leave you with the sense of, "Was that noise Michael Myers Now?", They aren't super fast paced, but they is something creepy and maybe just a little scary about the use of a synthesizer and silence to off set the suspense and the actual murdering. Best part of the Halloween movies (1 and 2) is there are riffs for both, The one for Halloween is available on Rifftrax. The IRiff of Halloween 2 is currently unavailable due to site upgrades (check back in a few weeks, if you are curious still).
2. Halloween 3 - Season of the Witch: this movie is a terrible movie. Cheesy and full of camp, but in it's cheesiness there is something amazing. There is also an IRiff fro Halloween 3 (see note above). A Note to viewers, Halloween 3 is NOT a Michael Myers story. The Halloween franchise was suppose to be an anthology of Halloween stories after the Myers story finished. BUUUUUUUUUUUUT, the movie tanked and then was decided that people preferred more of Michael. Thus making Michael into another character in the vein of Jason Voorhees and Freddie Kruger.
3. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown: yes, it's classic and yes it's a kids special. But, I did grow up on it and I get a great joy out of, "I got a Rock!" the Red Baron, and sincere pumpkin patches.
4. Halloween Safety Shorts from the 1970's and the 1980's:
Both of these were shown in school. I am most familiar with the first one. They play these in school during Halloween, on the day when we could dress up in our costumes and have the school Halloween parade. There usually was a party with cookies, cupcakes, candy, and cider. All kids got a free trick-or-treat bag. And the best part, there wasn't much school to the day because of it. What more could a kid want, right?
5. Mad Monster Party: a Rankin Bass special, full length movie about monsters coming together for a convention to hear their leader, Dr. Frankenstein retire and leave the business to his geeky, bumbling nephew. And then the attempt to attain the position by some of the fellow monsters. Not the best special. It is a tad on the long side and it has a slowly paced story. But the music is pretty good. Having a potential for an awesome premise, it misses by being too long. Yet, it is good for a laugh.
Honourable Mention - Grandpa's Silly Scaries and Monster Movies. Two DVD featuring Al Lewis as Grampa (Monster) hosting Halloween Public Domain cartoons and classic monster movie trailer. Both are available on DVD. Check out VCR from Heck for more information on Public Domain cartoons, Halloween cartoons, Publid Domain movies, and Grampa.
What do you watch during the Halloween season? What are you scared of or are afraid of?
Word Prompts: Hand, Foot, Sand, Impression, Memory, Beach, Ocean, Fingers
Today I will attempt a Blitz Poem. A poem of endurance. A poem of energetic exuberance. 50 lines in quick succession. Repetition. Finalized into a one line ending. Enter the Blitzkrieg of Poetry! A lightening pace war of words on your senses.
Here, There be Memories
Once I left them
Once I stood
Stood upon the sand
Stood there on the rocks
Rocks that are forever
Rocks oldest of the Earth
Earth is where I stand
Earth is where buried
Buried in the sand
Buried ankle deep
Deep are my memories
Deep are my tears
Tears I am crying
Tear that I remember
Remember that time
Remember when we kissed
Kissed upon the beach
Kissed under the sunset
Sunset, in russet gold
Sunset warms my toes
Toes are bare
Toes are trailing
Trailing in the sands
Trailing impressions
Impressions that will be lost
Impressions not permanent
Permanent is only a state
Permanent is memory
Memory is what marks
Memory is the lake
Lake stretches so far
Lake is by an Ocean
Ocean is but a Memory
Ocean is what moves
Moves the foot across
Moves the hand over
Over the sand kissed
Over the rocky shores
Shores forever eroding
Shores built to last
Last after the world has ended
Last after you have gone
Gone are the days together
Gone are all memories save one
Together
One.
